Friday, October 12, 2007

today the postman brought me a copy of adam fieled's opera bufa. a proper review is in the works for galatea resurrects. for now, all i will say is that this book deserves lots of readers. & that it contains a recurring ton of bricks (which for me is mainly a musical reference, to a great early song so titled by metalchurch). instead of explaining why i'll post one of the poems

#44

There I was in bed in a toy store. I had a fever.I was also a girl in the corner who wanted toget in bed with me. There was a blondeapparition, a loudmouth, pacing a bit likePatton. I felt strained from being me and alsobeing someone else. In retrospect, it seemsstrange that no toys were visible. It is also curious that, in the dream, I happened to be afamous musician. No determinate endingpresented itself. Patton might've become astuffed animal, I can't remember. Somethingwas said that meant war: don't toy with me.